Spent an hour or two at Marshside this afternoon, and it wasn't half bad - Clarko had bagged a Greenland White Front on Polly's Creek before I got there and 3 Percy Sledges were chuntering away on the usual territories around the Marshside Road junction.
Popped into Sandgrounders to see if I could see the goose, but no joy in the heat haze. Three photographers were displaying the fieldcraft of a herd of stampeding Wildebeest in the pursuit of their millionth Avocet shot at point blank range.
When they all released camera shutters at the same time (it's awake!!!) it was noisier than your Nana's best china being thrown down a stone staircase, and that was before the full blast ringtones on their mobiles, and accompanying expletives.
Lovely - I'll stick with birdin' and digiscopin'.
I'm sure they're all very famous (I know one behaved like he was), but I prefer the McKavett/Young/Steel school of photography I think.
I headed off to Nels in the hope I'd at least be able to hear what birds were about.
Nels was on good form, with plenty of Ruff, including the dark male that has been around for awhile, and was occasionally strutting his stuff to a groups of half-interested Reeves.
Two Little Stints here too, and two male Garganeys, that spent most of their time preening and bathing, inbetween bouts of steaming in and out of the reedbed to the north of the hide.
Goldies, Dunlin, Blackwits, Ringed Plovers (is it tundra time yet?), Lapwings and Redshank feeding on the shallow pools, but I bet there were more waders there earlier in the day over the high tide.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...